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A street leading to the Park.

Mrs. Page.
Master doctor, my daughter is
in green: when you see your time, take her by
the hand, away with her to the deanery, and
dispatch it quickly. Go before into the Park:
we two must go together.

I know vat I have to do. Adieu.

Mrs. Page.
Fare you well, sir. [Exit Caius.]
My husband will not rejoice so much
at the abuse of Falstaff as he will chafe at
the doctor's marrying my daughter: but 'tis no
matter; better a little chiding than a great deal (11)
of heart-break.

Mrs. Ford.
Where is Nan now and her
troop of fairies, and the Welsh devil Hugh?

Mrs. Page.
They are all couched in a pit
hard by Herne's oak, with obscured lights;
which, at the very instant of Falstaff's and our
meeting, they will at once display to the night.

Mrs. Ford.
That cannot choose but amaze

Mrs. Page.
If he be not amazed, he will be
mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way (21)
be mocked.

Mrs. Ford.
We'll betray him finely.

Mrs. Page.
Against such lewdsters and their lechery

Those that betray them do no treachery.

Mrs. Ford.
The hour draws on. To the
oak, to the oak!

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